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Hades: The alabaster roads are terribly bare, bare, and absent of any life or moving form. "Hello? Where is everybody?" I speak, but the emptiness makes my tone even that much more alone. How do this be? Everyone dies, I surmise, don't most of us go back home to take up again the art of eternity? Where is everyone concealing? Billions of years! The circuit of back and forth, mortal institutions of thought and reflections, to reside anew, expire, and keep coming back alive. This circuit was not going to change now! Where the hell was everyone at? Most of us have been carrying this out same exact thing for permanently! Was it not just yesterday that people all appeared here from the guts of All Things? Was it not just yesterday we appeared here to establish a new home from our eternal parents? Did not God, the daddy, the mother folks all, thee all-knowing supermassive dark hole coming to the center of most things demand expansion? Something was terribly wrong. "Hello!" I duplicate again and again, jogging wildly through the bare white roads. "Anyone, please!" I leave not a single nook unexplored, no building was still left unsearched. The great coliseums of authorities were stripped clean, not a crumb was still left to weep over. Years, historical, long count calendar years, avoid my tireless search. I am used, until the end...when it becomes more than obvious that I have to not, cannot, stay here. There is a world where in fact the sentient beings experience love and discover their mates by a single touch with their left hands. Inserted in their still left hands is a cortex expansion with their cerebral anxious system. It expands down through the still left arm into their palm and is totally inert until such time that they touch their DNA match for procreation. The still left hands then entwine on contact with their cellular mates and they are then connected and inseparable for the space of 2 yrs, 8 weeks, and two days and nights.